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Friday, December 16, 2011

Trouble Clef

I will never understand how my husband's parents had 7 children and managed to keep track of all of them and their names. I've been calling both Jack and Joe "Jick" lately. And they answer to it without question.

In order to avoid missing things, my husband and I try to plan our days out in advance. Yesterday, our exciting endeavors included buying stamps for my Christmas newsletter, dropping off presents for Joey's teachers, and hitting the grocery store. The only hitch was a surprise bout of food poisoning and an emergency run for Imodium AD. Once the meds kicked in, I would then take Jack to his school's Christmas pageant and my husband would take the other boys to hockey.

It all seemed easy enough.

Yet not long after we arrived, Jack managed to completely destroy his instrument. No amount of Superglue was going to fix this disaster:

Still recovering from my stomach issues, I reached for my Imodium AD and cell phone to call Joe to gripe about the violin. I then remembered that my cell phone had been MIA for 24 hours. I was really hating Thursday. And I started to feel like I had to throw up again.

Yet the universe sent me a quick pick-me-up as the children's choir began belting out a song from the musical Rent. And you know how I love Rent:

I, too, love Rent. I decide I can't watch the video right now b/c I'm feeling a bit too emotional, and this might send me right over the edge.

Hope you're feeling better. Perhaps this might cheer you up-Meg has requested "Little People like the one Danny's mom at the bus stop has" for Christmas. I am intimidated by eBay, so she's not getting any. But isn't it nice to know you've influenced a young mind? I'm going to have my dad bid on some for me.

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